It started with a desire.
A different idea of skiing.
A feeling.
Most people try to control it.
We liked the parts slightly out of control.
Bad weather. Old wax. Last chair.
Different styles. Different mountains.
We always stayed slightly out of line.
Dancing down mountains, with objects made for pleasure.
Out of line because the snow looked better over there.
Out of line because arrogance is also irresistible.
Out of line because of our Chamonix roots.
Twenty years later, we’re still here.
Still skiing.
Still slightly out of line.